A Letter To You

Lyrics

[Intro] Keep your head up I help you when you're down I pull up if you're fed up Your ex-man he a clown He ain't getting the cheddar And whenever you're home alone just call my phone and you'll be better [Verse 1] It's like man bruk that Then bruk it again (Huh) Wait man said that already (I did) Two times then you feel it in your belly Fuck when you put Netflix on the telly (Yeh) Date night and I'm ringing your celly You're doing your hair and I know you ain't ready (You're not) Mans touching all of the right places and your legs then feel like jelly (Yeh) Taking them pics in a backseat (Huh) Spilt bare Henny in her mat-seat (Okay) Talking babies tryna trap me Hit from the front and your legs turn Bambi (Can't hack it) Know me self made in the bits I'm rubbin' her thigh while she play with my twists (Twist) I'm made for this shit (I am) 4L we ain't changing a bit [Chorus] I might write you a letter (Write you a letter) Keep your head up (Keep your head up) I help you when you're down (Help you, when you're down) I pull up if you're fed up (Pull up) Your ex-man he a clown (Jokeman) He ain't getting the Cheddar (Nah) And whenever you're home alone just call my phone and you'll be better (You'll be better) I might write you a letter (Write you a letter) Keep your head up (Keep your head up) I help you when you're down (Help you, when you're down) I pull up if you're fed up (Pull up) Your ex-man he a clown (Jokeman) He ain't getting the Cheddar (Nah) And whenever you're home alone just call my phone and you'll be better (You'll be better, for real) [Verse 2:] Now I got you rearranging your knicks Look in my eyes while I blaze on a spliff Please don't change on a kid, done have that man that just changed on a kid I might serenade my bitch play my songs while I play with her- You spilt lemonade on your tits I know that you tell your mates bout the dick Text it, taking a pic man flex it Dress it man, I undress it She tryna tap out, I ain't showing you the best bit I put my right hand placed behind your necklace It's tempting, sex be a next ting Better than last and all of your ex tings, let me show you some affection Huh, let me show you, Netflix inside then we hit up Nobu Talking rounds like I'm go to, you're my go to, but my last ting old news Yeah, my last ting nuttin', I'm round the corner and now she's rushing I told her I'm liking her lace, she looked up quick and her face start blushing Later we fucking, tugging Sweet boy still tuggish' She told me she loving my music and them other boy dere sounding like rubbish She's liking the g, I hit that at 90 degrees We fucked in the morning, you know that's the time- [Chorus] I might write you a letter (Write you a letter) Keep your head up (Keep your head up) I help you when you're down (Help you, when you're down) I pull up if you're fed up (Pull up) Your ex-man he a clown (Jokeman) He ain't getting the Cheddar (Nah) And whenever you're home alone just call my phone and you'll be better (You'll be better) I might write you a letter (Write you a letter) Keep your head up (Keep your head up) I help you when you're down (Help you, when you're down) I pull up if you're fed up (Pull up) Your ex-man he a clown (Jokeman) He ain't getting the Cheddar (Nah) And whenever you're home alone just call my phone and you'll be better (You'll be better, for real)